Cross huffed and wiped her forehead. Finally. She'd done it. She figured out how to get a couch into her universe.

She flopped on it and sighed. She didn't realize at first that she could teleport things with her sword, so she'd kept trying to drag it through a portal. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't work, given that it was a huge L-couch.

She'd decided that since she stealing a couch, she might as well go for a nice one.

And this one was very soft. Soft enough to sleep on, in fact. If she just got a pillow and a blanket, she could actually have a nice place to sleep, and not have to worry about hotel employees or homeowners finding out that she broke in and calling the police.

She'd rather not sleep in her universe, but whatever. At least she could actually be allowed to sleep. She could get a sleeping mask, too, if she needed it.

She rolled over onto her back and stood up. She still had to adjust it and make sure it was in front of the TV she'd stolen.

There wasn't much friction in her universe. Little enough to slide things across the ground easily, but enough that things wouldn't just slide forever. It was much easier to drag the couch around here.

Once she'd centered her new couch, she sat back down and looked around.

She hadn't brought much over. A little TV and TV stand. A DVD player. A bunch of horror movies. A cooler with sodas and food. All stolen.

It was almost comfortable.

She wondered if she could teleport a whole house into her AU. It would be really funny if the house was lived-in and the occupants were all out and came back to find their entire house just. Missing.

She snickered. She absolutely had to try to steal a whole ass house.

As she was imagining the news story covering it, and the bewildered homeowners and witnesses, there was a pop! behind her stolen TV.

A woman was now standing there, looking around and looking kind of confused and lost.

She spotted Cross and blinked at her.

Her hair, bleached blonde with visible dark brown roots, was in a somewhat overgrown undercut. Her clothes made her like she came from a government facility, except for the strange sash.

"If I had a nickel for every time a really lost stranger showed up here looking like they were running from the government, I'd have two nickels," Cross muttered.

"Why do you live in the fucking void?"

Cross snorted. "This isn't the void. The void'll rip you to shreds if it doesn't like you. This place isn't malevolent."

The woman fingered her sash. "...Where is this, then?"

Cross shrugged. "I think this specific spot used to be in Connecticut. There's no real well to know, though. Wanna watch a horror movie?"

The woman frowned. "I have no idea who you are."

"I have no idea who you are, either. Do you want to watch a movie or not."

"Don't you have friends?"

Cross raised an eyebrow. "Lady, I don't know if you noticed, but you and I are the only people here."

The woman looked around again. Cross opened her mouth to offer to take her out of here, but she hesitated.

She was lonely. This person seemed more chill and sane than that Nightmare guy. Maybe they could be friends.

...But it wouldn't be right to try to keep her here forever. She could totally make up an excuse for her to stay for a little while, though.

"I'd offer to take you somewhere where there actually were people and things, but I've kind of drained myself magically for a couple of days," she said. "So...unless you can intentionally make portals, you're kind of stuck here."

The woman turned back to her and made a face. "You just really want someone to watch a movie with you."

Cross grinned devilishly. "Would you rather stare at nothing?"

The stranger came over to sit on the couch.

They introduced themselves as Cross pulled out the movies she'd stolen.

This lady was pretty sure her name was Ink. She had no idea where she'd come from, or where she might've been trying to go.

Upon taking the time to realize this, she was much less reluctant about hanging out to watch a movie.

They ended up watching Saw. Ink had no idea what she wanted to watch, so Cross choose one of her favorites. She made sure Ink knew it was gory, of course, but she didn't really care, so they put it on and lounged on the ridiculously big couch Cross had recently acquired.

Ink kept talking about the traps and the victims. How Jigsaw could've done a trap better, or how clever a certain aspect of this other trap was, or how stupid one of his victims was.

It was fascinating, actually. Ink sounded like she knew a lot about this sorts of things.

Once they were done, she criticized the realism of the gore. People didn't bleed that much when cut there like that, or there wasn't enough blood for the location and severeness of the wound.

Then she asked if Cross had anything else that was gory.